We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Death Is Definitely A Scary Ordeal

Harry's POV
"Here we go." I say, handing Mus a glass of fresh lemonade. The doctor said that I need to keep her hydrated at all times and I need to keep the sugar levels in her body normal. Mus takes a small sip and places the glass on the bedside table.
"Who's plane is this?" Mus says, looking around the room.
"Mine." I take out my phone from my back pocket. Three missed calls, and twenty messages. All of them are either from Zahra or Darcy.
"You have far too much money." Mus says, sinking down onto the bed.
"Yeah," I murmur. I send a text to Darcy, saying that I'll call her in a while. Immediately, I get a reply, saying okay. Smiling, I put my phone down and face Mus.
"About that little secret," I say. Mus sighs and throws her head back. "Hey, I'm not one to forget. Spill!" Last time Mus kept a secret from me, it didn't end up with me having a surprise birthday party, or getting a Mercedes. So it's better if she shares everything with me.
"Harry, it's nothing." Mus says, shaking her head. "I was just thinking what our wedding would be like if we had gotten married." I cringe at the way she's referring to our wedding in the past. It's as if there's no hope for us to get married at all. However, she's mistaken.
"What do you want our wedding to be like?" I ask her.
"I want it to be just like Edward and Bella's." I groan inwardly. When will Mus' passion and love for Twilight end? It isn't a good series.
"Mus, can we be original for one minute?"
"No, we can't. Since I was a teen, I wanted my wedding to be like their's. I pictured the same garden, with the same flowers. I would love it if the people were the same as well." Mus laughs at her own foolish thoughts. "Alas, I can only remake the scenery."
"So if we were to get married, I'd have a marriage that is a xerox copy of someone else's?" I say, trying to get her to see my point. Mus nods her head enthusiastically. I'm going to have to contact Keith immediately and tell him that there's a slight change of plans. As much as I hate doing what I'm going to have to do because of Mus; I just want to see her happy and so I must.
"You are impossible to sway," I say. I shift closer to Mus and take her hand in mine. It's cold, and dry. However, I can still recognize her hand in a line of other women's.
"And you love me for it." Mus says, placing her forehead against mine. She opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, I kiss her. Whenever I kiss Mus, I literally forget about everything else. It's like my happy place. Honestly, if I'm ever stressed, I don't need medicines; I just need Mus. The way she speaks and does things relaxes me. Even when we argue, there's this slight, but weird sense of relaxation. I smile as Mus pulls back, but she doesn't remove her forehead from mine.
"Harry...I love you." Mus says, looking fondly at me.
"I love you," I say. "More than you will ever know."
"Trust me, I know." Suddenly, my phone rings and I get up to pick it up.
"Hello." I say, already knowing that it's Darcy because of the caller id.
"Dad, you didn't call." Darcy complains. "I was waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting-"
"Wow, you did a lot of waiting." I chuckle at Darcy's exaggeration.
"Yes, I did! And then when I couldn't wait anymore, I called. Hope you didn't mind?"
"Not at all." I get off the bed, and head toward the door. Before exiting, I turn around and smile at Mus. "One second, Darcy." I say, removing the phone from my ear. "I'm going out to speak with Darcy. You'll be okay?" Mus nods her head, and waves her hands, gesturing for me to leave.
"I'm back," I say to Darcy.
"And I'm eating chilly cheese fries." Darcy says, and I can tell that her mouth is full. "I think I'm getting fatter."
"It doesn't matter. Fat or not, you are my beautiful daughter." Darcy giggles.
"Dad, stop buttering me. How's mamma?"
"Good, she's getting better with each passing day." It's not an entire lie. Mus is getting better and that's what the doctor predicted as well. He said that she will get better, but then her heart will give up one day.
"Thank God!"
"So just...relax. How's school?"
"Good. There's...never mind."
"What? Spill!"
"This is going to be one awkward conversation, but there's this boy at school and I really like him." Oh, God no. No, no, no.
"No, no, no. Darcy you can't be thinking about boys at your age." This is wrong. I need to meet her and speak with her regarding this topic.
"Dad!" Darcy groans. "When did you have your first girlfriend?"
"That's not important." How do I tell her that I had my first girlfriend in grade four? I was around her age and I understand her feelings.
"Dad, you're a hypocrite."
"Where do you learn such words?" Why did I have to get such a wise daughter?
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I settle down beside Mus. After having a long conversation with a highly stubborn Darcy, I need to rest. I glance around the room, trying to find the television remote. Instead of that, my eyes land on Mus' diary that is lying next to me, on the side-table. I grab it hastily. Nowadays, whenever I can, I try to read Mus' diary. It gives me an insight into her mind. I flip over to a recent entry, and start reading.
Death. I hate that word, or even the thought of the word now. It scares me, and I hate feeling scared about something that is intangible. I feel like I'm such a coward. I never wish this fate upon anyone. The fate of knowing that you're dying, but never knowing when. It's like you know that a knife is going to cut you, but you just don't know when. To top it all off, I'm taking somebody down with me. Like I didn't feel bad enough.
What does Mus mean by that? I don't have time to ponder over the matter because Mus' sits up, leans forward and throws up into a bucket that's lying beside the bed.